Valerie Galexie
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My friend T and i decided to split an 8th of shaked shroom caps. We ate them on folded pieces of bread and i was in a really good mood already. We took them at 2am and i hadn't eaten since 4pm. We were talking and joking with some of T's room-mates and then about 15-20 minutes after i ate them i felt about half my body weight dis-appear so i was walking around in his apartment and it felt funny. There was a 'Sin City' poster on the wall and it was really bugging me in the beginning but i ended up watching it a lot anyway. I'm not really sure when i transitioned from coming up to piquing but i'm pretty sure it was kind of quick.
I remember rolling around on the floor and laughing my ass off, i did a lot of that. I brought a nopebook that i'd written a bunch of pages in spanish in and i was showing it to T and was like "what the hell is this, man? i can't read this." so i threw it on the floor and it was completely flat and the same height as the floor so i layed down on it. We tried to watch 'Snatch' but i could not follow it at all and whenever there was a scene with a gun in it or some sort of violence i got kind of upset and couldn't watch it. I also couldn't swear for a while because i thought it was too mean. The only light we had on was a huge black light so it seemed real other worldly and the demensions of the room kept changing which i liked. It seemed like the movie started about 30 times.
The 'Sin City' poster was turning red (previously black and white) and new lines were forming inside the 3 chicks on it. The floor behind T's couch was completely covered in Mayan looking designs. I had T come over and look in the refrigerator with me because i thought it was really awesome. I thought the dryer was better though. A little later I'd thought T had said the name of this kid in my math class, D, and i thought that that guy was under the couch so i spent some time looking for him. Every other word i said was D's name and it all made sense to me that every word should be his name. I wanted to write about him so i started doing that but whatever i wrote kept getting smaller and smaller so i put my pen down on my notebook and then couldn't find it for i have no idea how long and that was irritating, i eventually found it kind of on the other side of the room but decided to just throw it at the blinds infront of the back sliding glass door.
Definately made the mistake of not giving someone my cell phone before i started tripping so i called this girl from my math class at 5am and had a bunch of things to tell her but could only giggle and think to myself so i gave the phone to T who was not freaking out as much as i was and he told her i had some sort of geometry question and that i was freaking out and hung up the phone. i was really upset that i might've worried her so i woke up G who was sleeping on the floor in the same room as us who was sober and had him call her back and say everything was okay. It was really too much at that point and i didn't like it. While i knew i was on a drug i still thought that the way i was thinking/feeling was the only way i'd ever felt and i didn't want it to be that way so i sat on the couch and curled up in my big comfy blanket.
And i was totally contemplating killing myself but i didn't want to because T was there and i didn't want to upset anyone. My time perception was completely messed up, everything i did happened really quickly. The couch and blanket combo was really confortable and womb-like. I started to come down a little bit and i could recognize things as what they normally would be and i could concentrate a little bit. That was around 5:30am. I started writing what i was thinking but had trouble concentrating on one thought for very long. I didn't really feel like laughing anymore and i just wanted to sit there and think. That part of it i really enjoyed. When i was freaking out and could only laugh and say things to myself inside i was convinced i would never do shrooms again and couldn't wait for it to get over with.
But sitting there and thinking was definately nice. We started watching 'The Italian Job' I didn't like any of the violent parts in that either. T said he was stuck to the couch and was too heavy to move so i lifted his arm and was like, "dude, i can still lift you." Once he could get up we thought we'd try to listen to my band's demo tape that i'd left in the apartment earlier (a funk/jam band). We couldn't figure out the tape player but we got it to play kind of a fuzzy noise so we listened to that for a while then T woke up his other room-mate C and he told us how to work it.
We liked it, it sounded to me like it was filling the room. Walked around the place a bit then sat back on the couch and G who was back to sleep by now was snoring and the snores sounded like they were coming from everywhere and i could feel them in the lower left side of my back. At 6 we decided we were sleepy. T was able to go right to sleep. I layed on the couch with my eyes closed watching some bizarre-ass designs and the ceiling do a kaleidiscopic type of thing but without changing colours until 9am when my mama called and said i should come home because it was snowing. But by that time i was base-lined and really hungry since i still hadn't eaten since 4pm the previous day. Drove home without incident and went to sleep at 10:30 or 11am
After thoughts that i wasn't sure where to put in the documentation above:
I really didn't like it when T would smoke pot or cigerettes because the smoke burned my entire body. At the pique my nose kind of started to run which confused me and whenever my lips got dry, i'm not sure how to explain it but all that there was was my lips being dry and upset, nothing else. Afterwards when it was done i felt like a squeeky door that had just gotten it's hinges greased. Over-all it was really enjoyable but also overwhelming which surprised me since i only took half of an 8th. Probably would do it again but not for a good while. The end. Sorry if this was too long or boring.
[edit : had to put some paragraphs in - Meanie]
I remember rolling around on the floor and laughing my ass off, i did a lot of that. I brought a nopebook that i'd written a bunch of pages in spanish in and i was showing it to T and was like "what the hell is this, man? i can't read this." so i threw it on the floor and it was completely flat and the same height as the floor so i layed down on it. We tried to watch 'Snatch' but i could not follow it at all and whenever there was a scene with a gun in it or some sort of violence i got kind of upset and couldn't watch it. I also couldn't swear for a while because i thought it was too mean. The only light we had on was a huge black light so it seemed real other worldly and the demensions of the room kept changing which i liked. It seemed like the movie started about 30 times.
The 'Sin City' poster was turning red (previously black and white) and new lines were forming inside the 3 chicks on it. The floor behind T's couch was completely covered in Mayan looking designs. I had T come over and look in the refrigerator with me because i thought it was really awesome. I thought the dryer was better though. A little later I'd thought T had said the name of this kid in my math class, D, and i thought that that guy was under the couch so i spent some time looking for him. Every other word i said was D's name and it all made sense to me that every word should be his name. I wanted to write about him so i started doing that but whatever i wrote kept getting smaller and smaller so i put my pen down on my notebook and then couldn't find it for i have no idea how long and that was irritating, i eventually found it kind of on the other side of the room but decided to just throw it at the blinds infront of the back sliding glass door.
Definately made the mistake of not giving someone my cell phone before i started tripping so i called this girl from my math class at 5am and had a bunch of things to tell her but could only giggle and think to myself so i gave the phone to T who was not freaking out as much as i was and he told her i had some sort of geometry question and that i was freaking out and hung up the phone. i was really upset that i might've worried her so i woke up G who was sleeping on the floor in the same room as us who was sober and had him call her back and say everything was okay. It was really too much at that point and i didn't like it. While i knew i was on a drug i still thought that the way i was thinking/feeling was the only way i'd ever felt and i didn't want it to be that way so i sat on the couch and curled up in my big comfy blanket.
And i was totally contemplating killing myself but i didn't want to because T was there and i didn't want to upset anyone. My time perception was completely messed up, everything i did happened really quickly. The couch and blanket combo was really confortable and womb-like. I started to come down a little bit and i could recognize things as what they normally would be and i could concentrate a little bit. That was around 5:30am. I started writing what i was thinking but had trouble concentrating on one thought for very long. I didn't really feel like laughing anymore and i just wanted to sit there and think. That part of it i really enjoyed. When i was freaking out and could only laugh and say things to myself inside i was convinced i would never do shrooms again and couldn't wait for it to get over with.
But sitting there and thinking was definately nice. We started watching 'The Italian Job' I didn't like any of the violent parts in that either. T said he was stuck to the couch and was too heavy to move so i lifted his arm and was like, "dude, i can still lift you." Once he could get up we thought we'd try to listen to my band's demo tape that i'd left in the apartment earlier (a funk/jam band). We couldn't figure out the tape player but we got it to play kind of a fuzzy noise so we listened to that for a while then T woke up his other room-mate C and he told us how to work it.
We liked it, it sounded to me like it was filling the room. Walked around the place a bit then sat back on the couch and G who was back to sleep by now was snoring and the snores sounded like they were coming from everywhere and i could feel them in the lower left side of my back. At 6 we decided we were sleepy. T was able to go right to sleep. I layed on the couch with my eyes closed watching some bizarre-ass designs and the ceiling do a kaleidiscopic type of thing but without changing colours until 9am when my mama called and said i should come home because it was snowing. But by that time i was base-lined and really hungry since i still hadn't eaten since 4pm the previous day. Drove home without incident and went to sleep at 10:30 or 11am
After thoughts that i wasn't sure where to put in the documentation above:
I really didn't like it when T would smoke pot or cigerettes because the smoke burned my entire body. At the pique my nose kind of started to run which confused me and whenever my lips got dry, i'm not sure how to explain it but all that there was was my lips being dry and upset, nothing else. Afterwards when it was done i felt like a squeeky door that had just gotten it's hinges greased. Over-all it was really enjoyable but also overwhelming which surprised me since i only took half of an 8th. Probably would do it again but not for a good while. The end. Sorry if this was too long or boring.
[edit : had to put some paragraphs in - Meanie]
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